AsYa: Dil Ki Toh Lag Gayi ||Part-13 pg 129 || - Page 7

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"Allah Miyan! Yeh pepper toh khatam ho gayi...but don't worry, Mr. Khan. I still have my pepper spray. Agar aap chaho toh soup ke upar thoda spray kar lo, mujhe koi problem nehin hai share karne mein'" This was classic... This was sooo Zoya man...
"Achcha, mujhe toh laga aap Bhopal ko apna sasural bana ne ki plan kar rahi hai", Asad dropped the bomb with an innocent face.
This was what cracked me... A-sad A-mad Khan, all hintzzz
And that biatch... Tannu
Then the precap... Hooo hoo haaa aaa ROFL, LMFAO... "Billo Rani ki Halkat Jawani" waiting eagerly for that... It was freaking hilarious... U are super!!!!

Guys, finally the part with AsYa romance as I promised earlier. I know the intervals between my updates are increasing more and more, but with the beginning of the new financial year and appraisal cycles at office...well I don't want to get started on that.

Well, I hope the romantic content suits my IF friends...I just got a little carried away...after all it's AsYa ☺️...and I added a background song as well

Part-3: One night in AsYa lives

Zoya's dream:

"Happy holi, Zoya". Asad gently rubbed red gulal on Zoya's both cheeks. "Happy holi, Asad", Zoya replied by putting some gulal on his face. They both smiled at each other. They were back in the Holi maidan again. Zoya could see colourful faces all around her. She recognized Ayaan from a distance, all smiling and dancing to some tune she could faintly remember. He waved at Zoya and she waved back.

"Zoya, Zoyaaa", a familiar voice called her name from behind. She turned round to find Tanveer standing behind her. A strange smile was playing on her lips. "Let's play holi, Zoya", she suddenly threw gulal at Zoya. Zoya instinctively raised her hands to cover her face. To Zoya's utmost horror, the red gulal turned into huge balls of fire. Angry orange flames surrounded her, hissing like venomous snakes. "Help me, please", pleaded Zoya, but no sound came out. She was gradually being engulfed by the fire. It burnt her clothes, her skin and finally the pain cut deep into her bones. Zoya's entire existence shuddered. "Nooo", she bolted upright on her bed.

It was very dark in the room. Zoya couldn't remember at first where she was. The yellow flames kept dancing in front of her eyes, her mind still numb from the burning sensation she felt even in her dreams. Beads of cold sweat were forming on her forehead and her head was still reeling from the aftermath of the sudden jerking sensation her body experienced.

Suddenly a flash of lightening pierced the outside sky, followed by a thunderous roar of clouds. The windowpane rattled with its impact. The sound finally brought Zoya back to her senses. A heavy storm was growling outside, and probably there was a power cut in the locality. She searched her bedside for the torchlight, and finally found it. She clicked the button, but it didn't work. She jerked it a few more times, but in vain.

"Zoya", suddenly a voice came from the drawing room. An unmistakable voice that made her feel relaxed in a moment. The voice came from a man who has always been Zoya's strength, even if unknowingly.

"Stay where you are, Zoya. I am coming. Don't worry". Zoya heard the sound of a matchstick and a faint glow of light slightly diluted the darkness. A pair of footsteps approached Zoya's bedroom. A moment of silence, then a gentle knock on her door announced the arrival of her Jahanpana.

"Come in", Zoya's voice sounded unfamiliar to her own ears. It was heavy and hoarse. She still felt slightly out of breath, but a moment later forgot all about her physical discomforts as her eyes fell on him.

There he stood, holding a burning candle in one hand and clutching the doorknob with other hand, as if still hesitating to enter a woman's bedroom at night.

"Miss Farooqui, are you okay? I thought I heard you screaming." Asad asked from the doorstep.

*Allah! He is back to 'Miss F' again* Zoya mentally exclaimed *Ufff, tehzeebdar Jahanpana mode activated*

"No Mr.Khan, I am not okay. Specially not so since you are scaring me with your pyassi atma like gestures, holding candles and all that. Aapko woh song yaad hai Mr.Khan -aaja re/aaja re o mere dilbar aaja, 'Noori' film se. You just reminded me of that.", Zoya tried to make the situation less awkward.

"Please come inside, so that I can see your shadow. Just to make sure that you are the real Mr. Khan, not a 'Ruh' (spirit). A 'Ruh' doesn't have shadow, you know."

This time Asad obliged. He entered Zoya's bedroom and took a few steps towards her bed, still unsure whether to approach her or not. He could see a few beads of sweat glistening like pearls on her upper lip. The slightly smudged kohl on her eyes was proof enough that she must have sobbed in her dreams. The faint orange glow of the candle kissed every inch of her bare skin. She was looking like a princess; a princess from Asad's long forgotten distant dreams. An unknown desire was forming inside his heart, something he never knew even existed within him.

Had Asad not been so immersed in his thoughts, he could have realized that another pair of eyes were looking at him with the same longings as his own. Zoya couldn't take her eyes off him. The cold breeze coming though the open door was ruffling his hair. Even in the semi-darkness, his Adonis like physique was prominent through the 'famous' safed kurta.

Asad set the candle on the bedside cupboard, poured water in the glass and held it out for Zoya. Zoya suddenly realized her throat felt terribly dry. She took the glass in her slightly trembling hands and drank deeply from it. Asad was looking intensely at her, the flame of the candle reflected in his eyes.

Zoya emptied the glass and handed it back to him. "Need some more?", Asad gestured towards the glass. Zoya shook her head and let out a soft sigh.

"Miss Farooqui, what's the matter? Was it a nightmare again?", Asad couldn't hide the mild concern in his voice.

"Yes, Mr.Khan. I keep having these weird dreams about some fire mishap since I was a little kid. I don't know why but I strongly feel that they must have some connections to my past." Zoya's lips quivered as she remembered the fragments of her strange dream.

Asad opened her mouth, as if to say something, but closed it again. Instead he fumbled with the torchlight, clicking it on & off over and over again. However, no light came out of it.

An wave of cool breeze entered the room through the half open door. It carried the scent of wet earth after rain. "Aah", Zoya took a deep breath. It's so refreshing!

"Mr.Khan, I am terribly sorry for messing up your sleep. Don't worry, I am fine now. I guess you should go back to your room, as you have that meeting tomorrow. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get some fresh air outside." She sprang out of her bed, leaving a befuddled Asad behind.

"Miss Farooqui, it's about midnight. Do you have any idea..", Asad stopped midway when he saw her in the terrace.

Zoya was standing in the rain. Head turned heavenwards, eyes closed peacefully, with the most beautiful smile on her face, she was soaking herself in the rain. Her fingers played mischievously with the raindrops. The pink kurti she wore to bed was now sticking to her form. It revealed every movement of her curves as she breathed heavily in the scent of rain.

There was something so delicate, so ethereal about the sight that made Asad's heart go crazy this time. His heart was pounding so fast and so loud in his chest he was afraid she'd hear it. He wanted to give it all up for this girl. A voice in his head was warning him against some impending danger, but tonight, at least for once, AAK felt like listening to his heart.

"Mr.Khan, aap ab tak sone nehi gaye? I know, I know, aap ko bhi neend nehi aa rahi hogi, hai na? Aur ayegi bhi kaise, in such a beautiful weather! You know Mr.Khan, mujhe baarish mein bheeg na itni achchi lagti hai, bachpan mein jab bhi aisi baarish hoti thi, toh school mein 'rainy-day' ki chutti mil jati thi...and all of us used to dance in the rain...", Zoya exclaimed gleefully, then looked at Asad.

"Mr.Khan, you have never drenched yourself in the rain, right?"

"Off course I have." Asad was embarrassed, then he mumbled "like once or twice".

"Huh, I guessed it right then. Okay, life mein bahut kuch pehli baar hota hai. So today we will start with some rain dance lessons for Jahanpana." Before Asad could say anything, Zoya took his hands and dragged him outside in the terrace.

"Miss Farooqui, what are you doing?...No...Zoya...please stop." Pleaded Asad; but it was too late. He was already wet from head to toe. Zoya deliberately shook her wet tresses, showering drops of water on His face.

"Mr.Khan, isn't it an awesome feeling, soaking yourself in the rain? After all, our Sher Khan shouldn't be afraid of something as silly as pneumonia." Zoya teased Asad with an innocent face.

"You speak too much, Miss Farooqui.", Asad looked into Zoya's eyes, "Sometimes I wish I could make you keep your mouth shut". He put his finger on her lips.

Zoya shivered at his touch. Suddenly it occurred to her. She and her Jahanpana... All alone in the Khan Mansion...not a single soul between them. *Allah, what was I thinking? This is so, so wrong!*

"Mr.Khan, I guess we should get inside. You need to dry yourself up or else you might get fever." Zoya turned round and was about to go, but Asad seized her hand from behind and pulled her towards him with such a force that she almost tripped and fell on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat, beating in sync with her own heart. Her soft features were pressed against his chiseled, hard chest. With her best efforts, she managed to look up and meet his eyes. His jaw-line was hard, his brows furrowed with a feverish, intense passion. This Asad Ahmed Khan, standing in front of Zoya seemed so unfamiliar that it sacred her. He threw his one arm around her waist . With the other hand, he gently pulled her hair back and leaned his face towards her. Zoya closed her eyes in nervous apprehension.

Asad's soft, wet lips traced small pecks on her neck at first. Then they caressed her ear-lobes, her jaw-line, her cheeks. He dragged his lips gently across her cheeks and finally rested them on her lips. Slowly he kissed the corner of her mouth. Zoya moaned with the sweetest pleasure. Asad's lips were softly sucking her lower lip. All her senses were on fire. Asad paused for a moment and pulled back to see her face. Zoya's lips were slightly parted and quivered with all those pent up emotions. He understood and pulled her back into another kiss, this time a deep, passionate one. He gently bit her lower lip while kissing, sending shivers down her spine. Zoya let herself go with the flow completely. She reflexively raised her hand to cradle the back of his neck.

A flash of light, followed by a deafening roar of thunder slapped Zoya out of this surreal, dream-like state. Her face was still buried in Asad's chest and both of them were locked in an embrace. Zoya gathered all her strengths to break herself apart from him. Her face, suddenly drained out of all colours, looked lifeless. She stared at him with a deeply hurt expression in her eyes and sprinted towards her room the next moment.

"Zoya, please open the door, Zoyaaa. Listen to me, please. Let me get something for you, otherwise you will get fever. Please, I am sorry...", Asad was knocking urgently on her door.

"Mr.Khan, please leave me alone. Khuda ke liye mujhe akela chhod dijiye", Zoya struggled to keep her voice straight through her suppressed sobs.

*What has she done? She has betrayed her phoophi's trust! Her Phoophi, an epitome of grace and purity. She had put her blind faith on Zoya, so much so that she didn't even think twice before allowing them to stay together at her home...and this is how Zoya has paid her back!*

Tears of guilt rolled down her cheek. She buried her face deep in the pillow and sobbed hard.

Next morning:

A warm sensation on the right side of her face woke Zoya up from her deep slumber. Bright sun rays coming through the drapes fell on her bedside, burning her right cheek.

*How long have I been sleeping?*

She hastily sat up on her bed, perhaps a little too quickly. "Uhhh!". Her head hurt. She realized she was still wearing the pink kurti from last night. The wet cloth has almost dried itself up throughout the whole night. Her breathing was hot and heavy, she felt feverish.

However, she had little time to fret over her physical discomforts, as memories of the previous night came flooding back to her. "Allah", she tugged her hair in frustration. Why did she have to be such a moron? She didn't even think how Mr.Khan must be feeling about all this! Despite his repeated requests, she didn't even open her door once.

"I must go and check on Mr.Khan. Allah Miyan, what's wrong with me! I should probably say sorry to him.", she got out of the bed.

After changing into her usual jeans and turquoise blue top, Zoya walked into the drawing room. The doors to Asad's room were closed. There was no sign of him in the house.

Zoya's eyes fell on a small note under a paper-weight on the dining table. It read

"Miss Farooqui,

I have packed my things for Hyderabad. I will reach airport directly from office. My flight is at 7.35 in the evening. In case you need anything, please give me a call."

There was no name at the bottom of the note. The note fell from Zoya's hands. She sat down slowly on a chair. Fresh tears welled up her eyes. "Mr.Khan couldn't even wait for me to wake up. Akhir aisa kya ho gaya jo who mujhse nazrein milane se bhi inkaar kar rahe hain. Is it my fault that he also harbors a soft spot for me?" suddenly a different thought struck her, "What if he thinks of it as a mistake? Maybe he never meant to love me. Shayad who kuch der ke liye bus behek gaye the..."

Asad's voice rang in her ears..."Miss Farooqui, you are a misfit. For me, for my family". That fateful night in Highway 13 and those words haunted her in her loneliness. A silent tear rolled down her cheek.

Aaja teriyaan duaawan lagiyaan
Rab ton main ajj vi ladiyaan

Sadi gali aaja saanu chahan waliye
Sadi gali aaja saanu chahan waliye
Tennu ho..kah marda phiran

Ik waari aaja door jaan waliye
Tenu hokah marda phiran
Ho tenu ho..kah marda phiran

Lagdi tu kyun door da khwaab
Lagdi tu kyun door da khwaab
Akhiyan cho wag payaan
Ab dil main lagana tere naal
Dil main lagana tere naal

Rooh nu vasaja seene loun waliye
Ik waari aaja door jaan waliye
Tenu hokah marda phiran
Ho tennu ho..kah marda phiran

(Come, I'm blessed with your wishes,
I am fighting God even today..

Come to my street, o my lover,
I keep calling out for you..

Come once, O the-one-who-left-me,
I keep calling out for you..

Why do you look like a distant dream,
Tears flow from my eyes..
Now I have to fall in love with you..

O, the-one-to-embrace-me,
come live in my soul
Come once, O the-one-who-left-me,
I keep calling out for you..)

P.S: Next part - Zoya's life is in danger. Can Asad save her this time? (Well, you know 😆)

Please put down a few words about it. Your feedback matters the most to me.

Teddy ❤️

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Wowww loveddd itt :D continue soon

Awesome update. Loved romance between asya. Please continue soon.

WOW👏👏..JUST WOW.⭐️👍🏼.ur "DIL KI TOH LAG GAYI" ne hamari laga dali.😆..i can say that was hot right??😉..well i am sure i am not the only one who thinks the same..the way he pulled her to him..oh god..mera train to kuch der tak usi station pe atak gaya.☺️..uff he will surely kill us some day for sure...loved the asya moments.❤️.although i know don't need to say it aloud...

Loved it...loved d rain romance..
Cont soon..pm me